Yay! I just got back from my soccer tournament, and we did pretty well! I am tired and sweaty and hyper, so I'll just type up another chapter for you guys! By the way, I don't own Maximum Ride or Nutri-Grain (Notice that I forgot the disclaimers until now, OOPS!)

Fang's POV

For days I just kept flying. As far as my wings would take me, I'd fly on. Then, once I was dead tired, I stopped to eat, then sleep for a few hours. When I woke up, I would stretch and eat about six power bars, chug a bottle of water, then begin the cycle again. All I could think about was Max. Memories and mental pictures of her came rushing back in a torrent of emotion. I smiled as I remembered her soaring about with the hawks in a deep blue sky, and looking into my eyes with her gorgeous brown ones. I laughed to myself as I thought of her attempting to cook breakfast for a ravenous Flock, and scowled at the mental image of her kissing the Sam dude on Anne's porch. My Maximum, in all of her moments, high and low, was all I thought of as I fought the opposing winds to try and reach her. Whenever I entered a town for restocking supplies, wings safely hidden under a thick black sweatshirt, I was oblivious to the crowds of girls attempting to flirt with me. All I could think about was Max, Max, Max…

Without warning, my wings faltered and missed a beat. I dipped down for a second, my loss of altitude snapping me out of my thoughts. All at once I became aware of an intense weariness at the base of my wings. Succumbing to my fatigue, I swooped down and landed, stumbling, on the ground in the middle of a thick forest. Exhausted, I simply pulled my bag off, took out the sweatshirt I used to hide my wings and balled it up to use as a pillow. I fell down at the base of a sycamore tree, cradling my head in the dark folds of cloth. I was asleep immediately.

I woke up when a shaft of light, expertly aimed by the sun to sift down through the tree canopy, splashed down directly in my eyes. I stood up and flexed my stiff wings, searching about for my messenger bag. I ripped it open and started digging through, managing to find and extract five Nutri-Grain bars. I tore at the foil and munched hungrily on them, multitasking as I ate with one hand and shoved my sweatshirt into my bag with the other. Once I was packed, I launched myself into the sky, still eating. As I beat my wings to fly towards _ City, I began to wonder how I would be able to find Maximum and talk to her. Surely Max would be protected from fans and paparazzi by a crowd of bodyguards, even though she didn't need them. Those precautions might hamper me just a bit. Licking the crumbs of my last granola bar off my fingers, I tucked the wrappers in my bag and looked down. My heart leaped as I surveyed the landscape below. This looked familiar to me, and id I remembered correctly, I was only a few miles away from the city. Newfound strength burned in my tired limbs at the thought of seeing the Flock again after so long. I flapped my wings harder and sped towards the city, anticipating the return of shelter and family.

I know this is short, but I have a title for the next part I am DYING to use, so this chapter was just Fang traveling.

You've already read, so will you review? It isn't that hard, and a few moments of your time will make me really happy!

~TMI~